New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1887-06-07
ANUBIS.

Eleoy for the Dedication Of the ActorS ho"u."en' " -
oreen Cemetery, Brooklyn, " T.. June D. 1851
cou,d We but feel that our lost ones are near us
We in our darkness and they In their light
Could we but feel that they see MS and near u.s.
All what a .plendor would stream through the night
How this great world. In its jubiant madness
Homeless no longer vagrant nor bind
Grandy would blaze through the heaven OF gisuues''
Summing the cloud Of its sorrow behind!
Still scars the Jest to the echoing rafter,
Still the gay throng sparkles over the scene,
Still the sweet air is a ripple OF laughter
Red CLEANS the and the myrtle ~ efeen'
Still the lights FASH and the trumpet is sounding.
Pennons are auttcrcd and banuers unfurled-
Where is the grace and the genius a0ounoing
Once that redeemed and illumined the worldf
Where ara the hearts that were tcnlerly plightcd.
Long years ago, in the kingdom OF howersf
Where are the hands that we're fondly united
Wbere are the eyes that looked love into oursi
Yesterday was 1t, that vainly we hardened,
Hearing no longer tho one cherished tonof
Yesterday was It. the heavens were darkened'
Leaving us stricken, bewidcred aud ionef
".
Little by little the roof-tree is crumbled,
Slow from the branches the leaves drop away,
Year after we are broken huHioicu'
Nearing the desolate end OF the play.
Red in the West where the oloud-rack Is scat'ereu'
Lowers defeated. the fugitive sun;
Dreary and cold, like the life il has shattered.
Night covers all, AMI our journey Is done
Is there no more when this pageant is endsd
Here where they slumbcr the violet blowsi
Hero with the blrd-note diviney are blended
Soul OF the lily and heart Of the rose
What though the rage OF the tempest may cover
White with It's anger, the shuddering plain
Soon will the kiss OF its heavenly lover
Thrill 1t to verdure and beauty again.
VI
An. when we burst from this fettered existence,
Born into freedom aud loosed into space,
How shall we spurn, at what iuhnite distance.
All that has bound us in earthly disgrace
Who shall conceive what the soul may inherit!
Who shall declare the unspeakable bliss
Rcgnant and safe. IN that world, for the spirit
True 70 Gods thous hi through the trials of thisl
Dark for them now. whom we ha!low and honor,
Dark and fororn is the stage that was Theirs;
Peace. with the garment OF silence upon her,
Broois DER the dust OF their SORROWS and cares
Low lie their heads with the clods Of the valley;
Never again will they come at our CALI
yainly around their cold ashes we rally;
Qucnched are the lights, and the curtain must tau.
Ends not this world in the night OF denial!
Not for a grave illunincd the spheres
Forward and far from this bondage aud trial
Love reaps in rapture, the harvest OF tears
Only for us is the psng OF bereavement;
Theirs the same mission. yet more than the Same
Loftier powers and nober achievement
Wrought with the music of sweeter acclaim!
Labor and pain, that were never requited,
Passionate hope. that was never fulfilled
Dreams md desires. that were bafred and blightol,
Pure aspirations, defeated and chilled,
| Weary vicssitude, strife, aud dejecton-
Fate gave them these, TIL it gave them reieasoi
Here the great heart OF "A conrade affection
Gathers them home to the bosom OF peace.
| nlllowed be ever this dream haunted haven:
Hallowed the shaft that wo consecra,c here
Never may omlnous pinion Of raven
Herald the spectre oblivion near!
Sentinel roses. bloom faithful and tender!
| Guardian heavens, smile lovingly DOWN.
Clouds In your sorrow and stars In your splcndor.
Pouring the incense OF deatEless renown!
| Echoes of blessing,-from where. in our vision,
Hearts never falter and eyes never weep
Blown on wild winds from the mountains elysian,
Drift, in sweet requems. over their sleep!
Lift up our souls-till with p;cans and dlrges
Mercifnl Death shall at last set MS free
There where tho moan OF the infinite surges
Dies on the shore Of EtorDity's sea!
WILLIAM WINTER